Heart-Chime

Sans sweep was so powerful the residual shockwaves accidentally killed the fucking queen

An Update:

So…I loved your story, and the urge to draw this scene from a prompt you did consumed me lol

I saw this and immediately had to close the tab I was so flusterd jfhdhgjsdg,,, I cannot bELIEVE……….

Thank you @harlequince for encouraging this nonsense. (also I will p much always write Grandpa Myers by default so if you ever want young stud muffin mcstab please specify :3c )

Dressed | G-rated lol 

You had claimed his coveralls for the laundry so in actuality it was your fault. 

Wasn’t he cold?

Usually Michael had no problem relegating himself to a spare pair of gray sweatpants you’d bought just for laundry day. Sometimes he’d even don the black shirts you’d gotten for him, plain things you’d picked out specifically because they fit his exceptional frame. He’s not interested in fashion, in self-expression through clothes so you’d never bothered with anything more intricate than a crew cut or a tank top. 

But now you stare at his back as stands on the porch, arms crossed and watching something far off at the ruined fence that bordered your property. You’d come to offer to make hot chocolate but now- 

“Are you wearing my shirt?” 

Michael turns and you watch as his obliques twist, the delicate line of his spine turning away from you as you stare not at the scrap of white fabric that clings desperately to his shoulders, but the pale, exposed midriff and the trail of salt-and-pepper hair below his navel.

Summary:  In early November, you find a strange, severely wounded man out in the forest. Refusing to go to the hospital, you have to take care of him yourself- too bad he’s a serial killer.    Rating: Explicit (soft citrus this chapter, hard citrus in later chapters) WC: 5,379 Warnings: Blood/gore, wound care, very soft citrus (future chapters will include hard lemon, minor character death, mild dubcon, typical Michael stuff) >Chapter 1 >Chapter 2 >Chapter 3 >Chapter 4   >Chapter 5 >Chapter 6 >Chapter 7 >Epilogue =====

There’s a body in the leaves.

You want to believe so badly it’s a cluster of rocks you haven’t seen before, some sort of animal carcass left untouched. But no, with one arm stretched out, fingers dirty and half-curled, there was a human body before you.

me: *gets depressed*

my breasts: